Let me know what you think, will this work as a song? Is it cool the way the questions in the chorus are answered at the end-or is it too much?
Trying to feel my way through unfamiliar land.
Still wishing someone was here to take my hand.
Wondering if Iíll make it to the end.
Walking alone without a single friend.
Whatís to be done when the endís not in sight?
How do I know if I should go left or right?

Just trying to push myself to make it through today.
Still wishing I had a map to show me the way.
Not knowing what lies up ahead.
Not understanding my feeling of dread.
Will I walk the whole way without anyone?
If You send an angel, will I recognize him when he comes?

How did I become lost on a one way street?
How did this shallow pond become so deep?
When did the lights go out along the road?
When did the sun-lit water become so cold?
And how can I walk this highway alone?
Tell me now; will I ever make it home?
Just wanna make my way home.
Back home to You.

Losing strength as the sunís setting behind the hill.
Falling to my knees, Youíve finally crushed my will.
Falling in pieces like broken glass.
You rearrange the pieces and turn me so fast.
Turn me in the direction I know I should go.
Point to a light in the distance I know is home.

How did I ever miss that illuminating light?
Donít see how something so beautiful slipped outta sight.
Now I can see my goal again.
I realize I never lost my friend.
I wanted to go my own way so I took the lead.
You simply stepped back a while and followed me.

How did I become lost on a one way street?
I wanted to be first so I pushed You behind me.

How did this shallow pond become so deep?
The depth never changed but You had carried me.

When did the lights go out along the road?
When You let me go on ahead I blocked the light I had known.

When did the sun-lit water become so cold?
I blocked the warmth from Your light Ďcause I
was too bold.

And how can I walk this highway alone?
Now I know I can never make it on my own!

Tell me now; will I ever make it home?
With You in the lead Iíll make it back home.
Iím coming back home, home with You.
Iím on my way home with You.
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